"How is she, on the whole?" asked Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, frowning.
"On the whole? You know that yourself, sir." He shrugged his shoulders commiseratingly. "But just now... just now she"s telling her fortune with cards...."
"Very good. Later on. First of all I must finish with you."
Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch settled himself in a chair. The captain did not venture to sit down on the sofa, but at once moved up another chair for himself, and bent forward to listen, in a tremor of expectation.
"What have you got there under the table-cloth?" asked Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, suddenly noticing it.
"That?" said Lebyadkin, turning towards it also. "That"s from your generosity, by way of house-warming, so to say; considering also the length of the walk, and your natural fatigue," he sn.i.g.g.e.red ingratiatingly. Then he got up on tiptoe, and respectfully and carefully lifted the table-cloth from the table in the corner. Under it was seen a slight meal: ham, veal, sardines, cheese, a little green decanter, and a long bottle of Bordeaux. Everything had been laid neatly, expertly, and almost daintily.
"Was that your effort?"
"Yes, sir. Ever since yesterday I"ve done my best, and all to do you honour.... Marya Timofyevna doesn"t trouble herself, as you know, on that score. And what"s more its all from your liberality, your own providing, as you"re the master of the house and not I, and I"m only, so to say, your agent. All the same, all the same, Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, all the same, in spirit, I"m independent! Don"t take away from me this last possession!" he finished up pathetically.
"H"m! You might sit down again."
"Gra-a-teful, grateful, and independent." He sat down. "Ah, Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, so much has been fermenting in this heart that I have not known how to wait for your coming. Now you will decide my fate, and... that unhappy creature"s, and then... shall I pour out all I feel to you as I used to in old days, four years ago? You deigned to listen to me then, you read my verses.... They might call me your Falstaff from Shakespeare in those days, but you meant so much in my life! I have great terrors now, and its only to you I look for counsel and light. Pyotr Stepanovitch is treating me abominably!"
Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch listened with interest, and looked at him attentively. It was evident that though Captain Lebyadkin had left off drinking he was far from being in a harmonious state of mind. Drunkards of many years" standing, like Lebyadkin, often show traces of incoherence, of mental cloudiness, of something, as it were, damaged, and crazy, though they may deceive, cheat, and swindle, almost as well as anybody if occasion arises.
"I see that you haven"t changed a bit in these four years and more, captain," said Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, somewhat more amiably. "It seems, in fact, as though the second half of a man"s life is usually made up of nothing but the habits he has acc.u.mulated during the first half."
"Grand words! You solve the riddle of life!" said the captain, half cunningly, half in genuine and unfeigned admiration, for he was a great lover of words. "Of all your sayings, Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, I remember one thing above all; you were in Petersburg when you said it: "One must really be a great man to be able to make a stand even against common sense." That was it."
"Yes, and a fool as well."
"A fool as well, maybe. But you"ve been scattering clever sayings all your life, while they.... Imagine Liputin, imagine Pyotr Stepanovitch saying anything like that! Oh, how cruelly Pyotr Stepanovitch has treated me!"
"But how about yourself, captain? What can you say of your behaviour?"
"Drunkenness, and the mult.i.tude of my enemies. But now that"s all over, all over, and I have a new skin, like a snake. Do you know, Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, I am making my will; in fact, I"ve made it already?"
"That"s interesting. What are you leaving, and to whom?"
"To my fatherland, to humanity, and to the students. Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, I read in the paper the biography of an American. He left all his vast fortune to factories and to the exact sciences, and his skeleton to the students of the academy there, and his skin to be made into a drum, so that the American national hymn might be beaten upon it day and night. Alas! we are pigmies in mind compared with the soaring thought of the States of North America. Russia is the play of nature but not of mind. If I were to try leaving my skin for a drum, for instance, to the Akmolinsky infantry regiment, in which I had the honour of beginning my service, on condition of beating the Russian national hymn upon it every day, in face of the regiment, they"d take it for liberalism and prohibit my skin... and so I confine myself to the students. I want to leave my skeleton to the academy, but on the condition though, on the condition that a label should be stuck on the forehead for ever and ever, with the words: "A repentant free-thinker." There now!"
The captain spoke excitedly, and genuinely believed, of course, that there was something fine in the American will, but he was cunning too, and very anxious to entertain Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, with whom he had played the part of a buffoon for a long time in the past. But the latter did not even smile, on the contrary, he asked, as it were, suspiciously:
"So you intend to publish your will in your lifetime and get rewarded for it?"
"And what if I do, Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch? What if I do?" said Lebyadkin, watching him carefully. "What sort of luck have I had? I"ve given up writing poetry, and at one time even you were amused by my verses, Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch. Do you remember our reading them over a bottle? But it"s all over with my pen. I"ve written only one poem, like Gogol"s "The Last Story." Do you remember he proclaimed to Russia that it broke spontaneously from his bosom? It"s the same with me; I"ve sung my last and it"s over."
"What sort of poem?"
""In case she were to break her leg.""
"Wha-a-t?"
That was all the captain was waiting for. He had an unbounded admiration for his own poems, but, through a certain cunning duplicity, he was pleased, too, that Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch always made merry over his poems, and sometimes laughed at them immoderately. In this way he killed two birds with one stone, satisfying at once his poetical aspirations and his desire to be of service; but now he had a third special and very ticklish object in view. Bringing his verses on the scene, the captain thought to exculpate himself on one point about which, for some reason, he always felt himself most apprehensive, and most guilty.
""In case of her breaking her leg." That is, of her riding on horseback. It"s a fantasy, Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, a wild fancy, but the fancy of a poet. One day I was struck by meeting a lady on horseback, and asked myself the vital question, "What would happen then?" That is, in case of accident. All her followers turn away, all her suitors are gone. A pretty kettle of fish. Only the poet remains faithful, with his heart shattered in his breast, Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch. Even a louse may be in love, and is not forbidden by law. And yet the lady was offended by the letter and the verses. I"m told that even you were angry. Were you? I wouldn"t believe in anything so grievous. Whom could I harm simply by imagination? Besides, I swear on my honour, Liputin kept saying, "Send it, send it," every man, however humble, has a right to send a letter! And so I sent it."
"You offered yourself as a suitor, I understand."
"Enemies, enemies, enemies!"
"Repeat the verses," said Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch sternly.
"Ravings, ravings, more than anything."
However, he drew himself up, stretched out his hand, and began:
"With broken limbs my beauteous queen Is twice as charming as before, And, deep in love as I have been, To-day I love her even more."
"Come, that"s enough," said Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, a wave of his hand.
"I dream of Petersburg," cried Lebyadkin, pa.s.sing quickly to another subject, as though there had been no mention of verses. "I dream of regeneration.... Benefactor! May I reckon that you won"t refuse the means for the journey? I"ve been waiting for you all the week as my sunshine."
"I"ll do nothing of the sort. I"ve scarcely any money left. And why should I give you money?"
Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch seemed suddenly angry. Dryly and briefly he recapitulated all the captain"s misdeeds; his drunkenness, his lying, his squandering of the money meant for Marya Timofyevna, his having taken her from the nunnery, his insolent letters threatening to publish the secret, the way he had behaved about Darya Pavlovna, and so on, and so on. The captain heaved, gesticulated, began to reply, but every time Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch stopped him peremptorily.
"And listen," he observed at last, "you keep writing about "family disgrace." What disgrace is it to you that your sister is the lawful wife of a Stavrogin?"
"But marriage in secret, Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch-a fatal secret. I receive money from you, and I"m suddenly asked the question, "What"s that money for?" My hands are tied; I cannot answer to the detriment of my sister, to the detriment of the family honour."
The captain raised his voice. He liked that subject and reckoned boldly upon it. Alas! he did not realise what a blow was in store for him.
Calmly and exactly, as though he were speaking of the most everyday arrangement, Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch informed him that in a few days, perhaps even to-morrow or the day after, he intended to make his marriage known everywhere, "to the police as well as to local society." And so the question of family honour would be settled once for all, and with it the question of subsidy. The captain"s eyes were ready to drop out of his head; he positively could not take it in. It had to be explained to him.
"But she is... crazy."
"I shall make suitable arrangements."
"But... how about your mother?"
"Well, she must do as she likes."
"But will you take your wife to your house?"
"Perhaps so. But that is absolutely nothing to do with you and no concern of yours."
"No concern of mine!" cried the captain. "What about me then?"
"Well, certainly you won"t come into my house."
"But, you know, I"m a relation."